Chapter 62

Was there really a voice recorder? Could Vespera be bluffing? Her hands and feet had been tied—how could she have possibly hidden a recorder under the coffee table? But then again… she had survived jumping into the sea. Blake's mind raced, frantically calculating his odds. Just as he decided to take the gamble, Vespera suddenly let out a small gasp, as if remembering something. "Oh! I almost forgot—my recorder syncs to the cloud. It uploads automatically every ten minutes. Does anyone have a laptop?" Dominic wasted no time. "Bring a laptop." Blake's blood ran cold. His last shred of composure shattered. Within moments, a laptop was placed in front of Vespera. She swiftly logged into her cloud storage. "Here it is." She glanced up, meeting Blake's eyes with a knowing smirk before pressing her finger to the screen. "Don't play it!" Panic overtook Blake as he lunged forward, snatching the laptop and clutching it to his chest. "Ms. Gildon, let's not be impulsive. We can talk ab